I am from the house daddy built,
From the lonesome hill
In the middle of nowhere.

I am from bruises and scraped knees,
From great outdoor adventures
To dollhouses and bicycles.

I am from being competitive with my sisters
From declaring they cheated
And tattling.

I am from stupid dares and lame pranks
From made up games
And corny jokes.

I am from matted hair
From untied shoes
To hammy downs.

I am from dreaming big
From when I believed in everything
When I thought life was magical.

I am from door slamming and screaming
From picking fights to arguing
From saying exactly what I think.

I am from the feeling of disbelief
To sadness, happiness
And everything in between

I am from always having someone to annoy
From having my sisters back
And constantly a good laugh.

This is where I am from.